I just returned from a trip to Morocco.  I was gone for over two weeks.  The trip was fascinating, and I learned quite a bit about the US viewing it from outside it's borders. But that isn't what I'd like to write about today.  

Upon my return, I recognized that I had been away for over half a month, and I did not recieve a single phone call, e-mail, letter, or any other personal correspondence.  I have become one of those people that can die today...and nobody except for my immediate family would miss me.  Of course, I have nobody to blame for this except myself.  I have always been a recluse, unapproachable, and kind of pissy.  

So today, I have a goal.  Today, I begin reinventing myself.  I don't know how to do this, nor do I know what I want to become.  But I know that a year from now, I'd like to look back at this post and count the number of new friends, contacts (both personal and professional), and know I have built a connection with some people.